Meadow

This is where the dragonflies play
on lazy summer days.
Paradise is at your feet.

Jalopy

All your miles brought you to this empty field.
Doors are flung wide, frozen in time,
your driver and passenger eternally on the run.

Fields

The fields form a patchwork quilt,
a growing green cover that reaches from the river bank to the mountains.
Tied together with labor and nurture for the purpose of sustenance.

Sweet Corn

Hot days make you tall.
Cool nights keep you sweet.
When your tassels droop, we will come for you.

Goldenrod

Knighted by Queen Anne
Goldenrod is a nobleman
loyal guardian of Her Majesty’s meadow.

Dear John Deer

In August, with your metal seat as hot as a branding iron,
you rumble across the fields, chewing rocks and cutting grass.
True champion of summer.

Bloom

What’s your story Morning Glory?
Trumpeting delight in each new day.

River’s Edge

The bank is soft as an easy chair.
The water a cool embrace.
The sky is as blue as a robin’s egg.
Perfect summer day.

Bent

A tree of great courage
refused to be broken
and dared to reach for the sky.

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